The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations

Chapter 493

There isn’t a single person without ambition. Big or small, every human being wants to achieve something.

Zvalter was no exception. He, too, had a dream.

To stabilize the North, to see the people of his territory live in happiness, and to live a simple life surrounded by loved ones without major hardships.

That, he thought, would be enough.

“My dream was already coming true.”

Thanks to his son, the territory was flourishing, and the troublesome Northern regions that plagued his family for generations had been pacified. The remaining barbarians had integrated with the people of Ferdium, forming growing villages.

"You know that no longer holds any meaning," Ghislain replied bluntly.

“...”

The king had allied with a cult responsible for countless deaths. If they did nothing, it would be their deaths next.

Meaningless, indeed.

"But... I have no desire to be king."

Zvalter truly had no ambitions that grand. Becoming the great lord of a prosperous territory was already more than enough for him.

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